Sculpting peace from the clouds of disarray can often be impossible
As all of your resolve is shattered at the door
To pursue essential seclusion to gather your own thoughts
You find have been hopelessly cast upon the floor

You are stretched beyond the point of a state of transparency
In your attempts to be all to everyone
Finding all you can provide is the smallest glimpse of warmth
Because your clouds of disarray, hide your sun

You find in all your faithfulness, there is loyalty to none
Without stillness for essential introspection
You are drowning in the rain from your clouds of disarray
This transparency has left you with no protection

You will find it is impossible to be everything to everyone
Eventually the clouds of disarray will move in
If one does not take time for essential stillness and reflection
They will drown, when the rain of disarray begins